Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Magma,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.